Forgiveness and Grace Have Me Stymied

I’m still smoking. I don’t know why… I’m human? I may have made that particular promise to the wrong side of Love, my fears, to I, not me. Quitting is such sweet sorrow. Do not smoke, do not do as I do, unless in me you sense my image as a reflection of Love…

Just because I chose the fullness of Love over fear doesn’t mean I’m out of the woods. Love’s a tough instinct. It wrestles with doubt- Damn thinking brain! Why couldn’t we have played nice, remembered the reason for our existence, kept our wits about us, held on for our dear Life instead of letting life, love and laughter turn on itself?

O! My Lovely angel Love! Your forgiveness and grace have me stymied. Their power makes it hard to travel so freely about my task, its current is swift, but its journey is most memorable…

(What journey? You’re sitting on your ass painting wordy pictures! Why don’t you do something, Rimnod!)

I am.

(Well that’s not good enough!)

Love, dear spirit, guides me along the path. I am merely Love’s vessel being moved to rid us of our rampant fear. The more the merrier on this cruise to paradise. All aboard! Next stop, Love! And the next and the next and the next and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and they and we and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you bringing the fullness of Love front and center to stand trial for our transgressions, for our failure- the remedy? Her veil lifts, does the Mother, upon her Heavenly Home…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime


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